Sir Everard is nearly mad with jealousy and suspicion already.

What will he be when he finds his wife of a month has lied to him to meet you alone and in secret at the Beech Walk?
I tell you, Mr.Parmalee, you will be gloriously revenged!" "By thunder!" cried the artist, "I never thought of that.

I'll do it, Sybilla--I'll do it, so help me! Tell my lady I'll be there right on the minute; and do you take care that confounded baronet finds it out.
I said I'd pay him off for every blow, and I'll do it, by the Eternal!" "And strike through her!" hissed Sybilla, with glittering black eyes, "and every blow will go straight through the core of his proud heart.
We'll torture him, George Parmalee, as man never was tortured before." "What a little devil you are, Sybilla!" he said, with lover-like candor.

"I've heard tell that you wimmin knock us men into a cocked hat in the way of hating, and I now begin to think it is true.

What has this 'ere baronet done to you, I should admire to know?
You don't hate him like the old sarpent for nothing." "What has he done to me ?" repeated Sybilla, with a strange, slow smile.
"That is easily told.